Cultivating To Immortality

The temperature of the Heaven and Earth Fire was extremely high, containing Heaven and Earth Origin Qi, so melting these auxiliary materials was naturally not a problem.

In less than half an hour, all the auxiliary materials were melted, transforming into clusters of material liquid of various colors floating in the air, quietly awaiting subsequent Fusion.

Next, Fang Hong began to melt the golden thunder bamboo.

The golden thunder bamboo contained violent Evil-repelling divine thunder, making it much more difficult to melt than ordinary materials, but with his current magical power and Divine Sense strength, refining a spiritual treasure would not take long at all.

Time passed bit by bit, and one by one, the golden thunder bamboo gradually turned into golden liquid in the flames, with golden electric arcs occasionally shooting out, making sizzling sounds.

In less than a day, all thirty-six golden thunder bamboo were melted, transforming into a huge golden liquid mass, suspended among the many material liquids.

At this point, all the materials for refining the Flying Sword had been extracted.

Fang Hong began to activate the Soul Fusion Formation, fusing all the Material liquids in the air together.

Sizzle. Sizzle. Sizzle.

Dozens of material liquids began to collide and fuse under the guidance of the formation, and the secret chamber was filled with flashing electric lights, shining non-stop.

Ten days later, the seventy-two golden thunder bamboo Flying Swords were finally completely shaped.

They floated silently in front of Fang Hong, each one establishing a close connection with his mind.

These Flying Swords were three feet three inches long, dark gold in color, and shimmered with precious light.

The sword edges were exceptionally sharp; even with a slight shake, the surrounding void was cut, producing a tearing sound.

Fang Hong reached out and picked one up, gently flicking the sword body with his fingertip.

The sword body immediately emitted a humming sound, and Evil-repelling divine thunder flashed within it, emitting fragmented electric light.

Fang Hong’s face showed a satisfied smile as his fingertip caressed the smooth sword body.

Each of these seventy-two Flying Swords had steadily reached the grade of a high-grade spiritual treasure, and in terms of power alone, they far surpassed ordinary high-grade spiritual treasures.

With Fang Hong’s current Cultivator, high-grade spiritual treasures were not particularly rare.

However, Fang Hong’s spiritual treasure refining was not over; these seventy-two golden thunder bamboo Flying Swords were only half of his spiritual treasure refining plan.

For the remaining half, Fang Hong planned to refine another seventy-two Yin-Underworld Divine Lightning Swords, and then fuse these one hundred forty-four Flying Swords into one, to refine his long-desired nirvana divine thunder sword.

Without a moment’s pause, Fang Hong put the golden thunder bamboo Flying Swords aside and, with a backhand, took out the materials for the Yin Underworld Divine Tree.

He followed the same method, continuing to refine seventy-two Yin-Underworld Divine Lightning Swords; this was the other crucial half of completing his plan.

...

Another ten days passed, and the seventy-two Yin-Underworld Divine Lightning Swords were finally forged, also high-grade spiritual treasures.

At this point, one hundred forty-four Flying Swords floated beside Fang Hong, half golden thunder bamboo Flying Swords and half Yin-Underworld Divine Lightning Swords.

The Evil-repelling divine thunder on the golden thunder bamboo Flying Swords emitted a scorching light, carrying an aura of extreme yang and rigidity, capable of incinerating all evil.

The Divine Thunder on the Yin-Underworld Divine Lightning Swords, however, was dark purple, containing an extreme yin and evil chill, corroding everything.

These two forces seemed to be incompatible, yet the Divine Thunder on the sword bodies trembled slightly, subtly revealing a hint of mutual attraction.

Fang Hong accurately caught this detail, secretly delighted.

It seemed the records in the ancient texts were not empty words, which gave him more confidence in the upcoming Fusion.

Fang Hong did not rashly fuse all the Flying Swords at once but decided to go one by one.

After all, the two types of Divine Thunder were too overbearing; a slight mistake could lead to uncontrollable consequences.

With a flick of his finger, one golden thunder bamboo Flying Sword and one Yin-Underworld Divine Lightning Sword flew into the Soul Fusion Formation that had already been set up.

Fang Hong concentrated, his Divine Sense highly focused, and slowly channeled his magical power, guiding the two Flying Swords to slowly approach each other.

Sizzle. Sizzle. Sizzle.

As the distance shortened, the Divine Thunder on the two Flying Swords began to clash violently.

The golden light of the Evil-repelling divine thunder and the purple light of the Yin-Underworld Divine Lightning intertwined, erupting in dazzling electric sparks, and crackling sounds continuously echoed within the formation.

The repulsive force grew stronger and stronger, and the void at the edge of the formation was distorted by the tremors.

Fang Hong’s expression remained calm and unmoved; he simply continued to increase his magical power output, patiently guiding the two to fuse.

The reaction of the Divine Thunder became more and more intense, and the violent aura it emitted made him feel a trace of trepidation, but he still maintained the operation of the formation.

An hour passed, and the Divine Thunder was still clashing wildly, showing no signs of Fusion.

Two hours later, the repulsive force grew even stronger, and the light on the sword bodies became unstable.

...

Three hours quietly passed, and the Divine Thunder was still in opposition, as if it would never compromise.

Fang Hong’s brows gradually furrowed.

Could the ancient texts be wrong? Could Evil-repelling divine thunder and Yin-Underworld Divine Lightning simply not be able to fuse?

Just as Fang Hong was filled with doubt, suddenly, an extremely thin black electric arc flashed at the center of the collision of the two Divine Thunders.

The electric arc only existed for a brief moment, as fast as an illusion, but it was firmly captured by Fang Hong’s Divine Sense.

Fang Hong’s eyes suddenly widened, and ecstasy surged in his heart.

Although the black electric arc just now was faint, it exuded an aura of destruction; it must be the legendary Nirvana Divine Thunder.

It seemed the ancient records were not false; Evil-repelling divine thunder and Yin-Underworld Divine Lightning could indeed fuse, but the Fusion process was more difficult than imagined.

Since they could fuse, Fang Hong no longer had any reservations; he fully activated his magical power, pushed his Divine Sense to the limit, and guided the two Flying Swords to accelerate their Fusion.

...

A day later, the two Flying Swords finally stopped repelling each other.

The Evil-repelling divine thunder and the Yin-Underworld Divine Lightning intertwined and entwined, eventually completely fusing into one, transforming into a Flying Sword that was entirely dark black.

The size of this black sword did not change much; it was still three feet three inches long, its edge was even sharper, and its body shimmered with black electric arcs—this was precisely the legendary Nirvana Divine Thunder.

Fang Hong’s face lit up with joy; he took the nirvana divine thunder sword into his hand and examined it carefully.

"Hahaha. Good." Fang Hong burst into laughter.

The nirvana divine thunder sword indeed did not disappoint him; it had reached the grade of a high-grade heavenly spiritual treasure, its power was extremely strong, and it was the highest-grade treasure he had refined so far.

Fang Hong did not stop but continued to fuse the remaining Flying Swords.

Only when all seventy-two nirvana divine thunder swords were refined could he set up the nirvana divine thunder sword formation, and only then could he truly possess the strength to destroy immortals upon meeting them, and slay demons upon encountering them.

...

Two months passed quietly in day-after-day refining.

When the last nirvana divine thunder sword was fused, Fang Hong let out a long sigh of relief.

Seventy-two dark black Flying Swords floated beside him, each one a high-grade heavenly spiritual treasure.

The Nirvana Divine Thunder on the sword bodies intertwined into a black electric net, exuding a heart-pounding power.

"It’s done, it’s done, hahaha." Fang Hong was overjoyed and burst into laughter.

With this set of Flying Swords, combined with the nirvana divine thunder sword formation, even if he encountered a Mahayana Early Stage Cultivator, he would be able to fight.